Bawdy Hotwife Blizzard Games

By Thomas Roberts

A blizzard has shut down the city. The couple from upstairs and their oversexed neighbor join Kristen and Bill to huddle by the fireplace, take their clothes off, and drink. Before long the couples switch partners, and the hotwives each tell a story about being with other men. When morning comes, after a wild night nobody will forget, at least one swap has become permanent!

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“We’re not playing strip poker,” Kristen said, stirring the liquor pot.

“Not strip poker, but nearly as dirty.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that,” Natasha said, still holding Caroline in a close embrace. “Is this a game where everybody gets naked?”

“Yes, probably,” Bill began.

“Are you going to kiss me?” Caroline asked just above a whisper while looking into Natasha’s eyes. “Because I’m too drunk to stop you.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Yes, but you scare me.”

“How about a little kiss while Bill tells us about his game?”

“Umm ... ‘K.”

Kristen had to nudge her husband to talk about the game. Trapper’s eyes went wide when his wife kissed another woman, and they grew even wider when it became obvious that their tongues were involved.

“Here’s how it works,” Bill began again. “We’ll use the playing cards to select one woman to give instructions and tell us the dirtiest, sexiest thing that’s ever happened to her. The storytelling role will rotate, so each woman gets a chance, and the storyteller should be either blindfolded or facing the wall.”

“Meanwhile, he continued. “The guys are paired with a woman who is not his wife.”

“Hey,” Caroline spoke up. “I don’t know how I feel about Trapper being with another woman.”

“You’ll feel fine about it, and do you want to know why?” Natasha asked, kissing Caroline’s sensitive throat. “Because you’ll be with another man.”

After a moment, Bill continued. “The storyteller must give the couples explicit instructions.”

“Instructions? Like what?” Trapper was carefully watching Natasha caress his wife’s large left breast.

“Like fondle your partner's left breast.”

“This game sounds like fun,” Natasha said. “But shouldn’t we take off our bras first?”

Caroline, always a little shy, managed to remove her bra through the armhole of her shirt. Natasha took one of the now protruding bumps between her lips while Caroline looked down in surprise.

“If you take your shirt off, I’ll make it even better,” Natasha said.

Caroline answered while covering her chest with her hands. “You scare me,” and smiled drunkenly at Natasha.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Feb 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215311127

Thomas Roberts

I’ve always been a reader. Even as a young man, I challenged myself to finish every book I started—a challenge that accidentally included some dense material. But the rewards were worth it.It wasn’t until I discovered a Penthouse magazine “Call Me Madam” column by Xaviera Hollander that my eyes were opened to a life style called “Hotwife.” The letter was written by a man who enjoyed watching his wife have sex with other men—I’d found what I’d been looking for.Later I discovered books by some incredible authors published on the internet, and what had been an interest became an obsession. One of those books was so good, I had to stop reading every page or two to give my heart a rest. The hook was in; I had to write my own thoughts and experiences.I’ve been fortunate to be in enough real-life situations to know what it’s like to enjoy the pain, jealousy, and sexual excitement having a real “hotwife” can bring. Hopefully, those experiences add some realism to my stories.At first I wrote short stories, some of them pretty bad, for sites such as Literotica and Alt.Sex.Stories. Some twenty or so short stories later, I decided to write longer, more polished versions in novella form.I’ve been gratified by the number of readers who have bought my books, and enjoy the same blend of stomach-turning fear mixed with outrageous erotic pleasure a hotwife lifestyle can bring.I hope you enjoy my books; I’m always happy to hear from my readers.

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Bawdy Hotwife Blizzard Games

Copyright © 2023 Thomas Roberts – All Rights Reserved

Written by Thomas Roberts

Edited by: Kelsey Kuntz

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

THIS IS AN EROTIC WORK OF FICTION. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is accidental and pretty damned impressive.

THIS WORK IS NOT FOR ANY PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR OLDER, DEPENDING ON YOUR STATE OR COUNTRY.

The hotwife genre appeals to me. These are the books I like to read and the stories I want to tell, so thank you to those who read my books.

CONSIDER THIS A TRIGGER WARNING: There is sex in this book, lots of it. If reading about people having sex with others to whom they are not married offends you, please don’t read any further. If lesbian sex is repugnant to you, please do not buy this book. Close this page and step away from your computer. There is nothing for you to see here.

But if you are looking for a fun and dirty read, this is it.

Introduction

The temperature had been below zero, and a foot of snow and strong winds had shut the town down when two couples and a female neighbor gathered around a roaring fireplace for the evening.

Finally, tired, drunk, and worn out, they fell asleep the way they were. Caroline’s face was between Natasha’s thighs, smelling her lover’s pussy all night and dreaming of eating her. Kristen slept sandwiched between Trapper and her husband. In the morning, she’d wake to find her hand trying to wrap itself around Trapper’s morning wood, but her fingers weren’t long enough to touch. She wondered how she’d ever be able to return to her husband’s smaller cock.

Kristen dearly loved her husband but knew she’d never be completely satisfied by him again, except for cunnilingus. Bill gave incredible head.

She had to convince Caroline somehow to share her husband. Maybe she’d be willing to trade nights with Trapper for nights with Bill?

Chapter 1

Even though it was near the end of winter, it had been such a nice day. The sun had been out, not a weak mid-winter one incapable of sending warmth, but a brilliant yellow orb that reminded Kristen of suntan lotion and sandy beaches.

Kristen had dressed in cut-off shorts that showed off her long, toned legs coupled with a vee-neck sweater that allowed a hint of nipple to show. Whenever she bent forward, an observant man might see down her cleavage. Kristen thought her smallish breasts were handy in many ways; still, it would be nice to have jugs men drooled over.

Jugs! Kristen thought. I’m becoming more like my husband every day.

Oh well, she’d have to get by with a pretty face, long legs, and a pleasant personality. At least she hoped it was pleasant. Besides, her husband Bill never complained about her tits. However, he was certainly nice to Caroline, the tenant renting the upstairs apartment in the duplex they owned.